Sunday afternoon
Somewhere in town a heart stops beating
Somewhere a lover’s heart is bleeding
And all that happens to me and to you
Is passing time and time again and
Time will kill itself and you
A tad too soon…
Somewhere a dish will fill with rain and overflow
Somewhere another heart will overflow with sorrow
Somebody somewhere has used up her last tomorrow
One thousand panes reflecting – window-blinded eyes
Another day, tired of life, is plotting its demise…
Can this be all – all in store for me?
Can this be all?
Faded dreams bid a shy goodbye
Dreading the leap but yearning to fly!
Can this be all – all in store for me?
Can this be all?
Longing for the brilliant faraway
But – fading away each day that I stay…
Another Sunday afternoon
Somewhere in town a heart stops beating – maybe mine and maybe yours
Somewhere a lover’s heart is bleeding – maybe mine and maybe yours
And all that happens today to me and to you
Is passing time and time again and time will kill itself and you too readily, too soon…
